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From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow -- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone --
And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --
Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still --
From the torrent, or the fountain --
From the red cliff of the mountain --
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold --
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by --
From the thunder, and the storm --
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view --

BY: Edgar Allan Poe

Hey, girly!
That was really good, you know?

That was actually so beautiful ;)

Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.

If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.


The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why.

BY: Tupac

roses are red
sunflowers are yellow
my mind anted to say hello
but my heart said whatever

violets are blue
tulips are pink
i wish i had a clue
about what you think

marigolds are orange
leaves are green
my emotions are storage
not to be seen.

~me!

it was so cold
when i walked
out
to the quietest loud
of them
most blinding view
of myself
a half naked girl
filled
forever

it was so hot
the water
after
the hateful chatter
of friends
jealous of a hurt
only i knew
it's stuck
forever